Pallet Sex

The day started out dark and miserable and stayed that way. I was so tired of rain. Don't get me wrong, I like to strip naked and run through it just as much as the next guy, but come on. We'd had eight days of straight rain. I was beginning to think the sun had left us for green pastures.

Work didn't help any either. My only escape was watching Alan move the pallets around and unload/reload the trucks. He was the perfect specimen of a man. He had that V shape that made me weak in the knees. You could see the muscles ripple under his shirt as he adjusted orders to be loaded up.

Yes, I work in a warehouse. I'm the skinny guy that processes the paper work. The person no one really sees or thinks about. All though there were times that I swore Alan was looking right at me, even caught a smile or two. But those had to be my imagination. There's no way a man like him would be interested in a man like me, let alone be gay.

Like I said my only escapes from the dreary days were through him and my fantasies. The way his tan outfit blended into his skin. If you caught him in just the right light you'd swear he was naked. I often thought about that. What it would be like if we were the only two alone in this big old warehouse. My daydreams would always end in a sigh and then back to reality of my paper work.

On this particular day I was off in LaLa land again, dreaming of him undressing himself and then me. Kissing me deeply, professing his lust for me and then bending me over one of the pallets full of boxes and having his way with me. Just as I got to the part of him bending me over he cleared his throat. He was standing right in front of me. Thank God for my desk! The boner I was sporting would definitely be hard to explain.

"Tom, where are the papers for order number one sixty seven?"

His voice even made me tingle. I wanted him so badly. I felt my face get hot.

"What's wrong Tom? You feeling alright bud?"

Oh my god! I was blushing. I had to think of something quick!

"I'm just a little hot. Yanno: ummm this warehouse gets a little stuffy and warm."

The grin on his face about made me melt outta my chair.

"I know what you mean. I get hot too."

He looked around the warehouse and cleared his throat again as he leaned forward. I didn't have a clue what was about to happen and to be honest it took me a few seconds to digest what he said.

"I'd love to get out of these clothes, wouldn't you?"

I stuttered and stammered a bit. He laughed as he walked his way around my desk and with his powerful arms twisted my chair around to face him. His grin grew more into a wicked smile as his eyes met my crotch.

"I see you understand where I'm coming from, Tom."

He'd noticed my hard on. Right before I started to panic I noticed the growing bulge in his loose fitting shorts. Yep, I knew exactly where he was coming from.

"So, what are we going to do about it? I don't think we're the only ones here right now and there's really no place to go for privacy."

He nodded and left my desk. I thought for sure I'd blown it. I cursed under my breath for being so stupid and went back to my paper work, trying to snub out that annoying hardon I had.

After a few moments Alan returned and outta nowhere spun me around in my chair again. Before I could ask what was going on he kissed me. I was still in shock as I felt his tongue touch my lips. His brown mustache tickled my upper lip as I returned his kiss. Our tongues danced together in our mouths. It was really getting hot and fast. I could feel my cock spring up for action as he brought his hands down to my shirt. With his nimble fingers my shirt was unbuttoned and pulled apart before I knew it.

My nipples were already hard, and the cool air from the rain made them even more so. For a muscular man, he sure did have the gentlest of touches. His fingers sent tingles all over my body. I felt like I was on fire and freezing at the same time. I relaxed enough to help him out of his clothes. We both stood there, looking at each other's aroused naked bodies. He made the first move.

He took my hand and led me over to the stacks of boxes and then in between them. There was a half filled pallet, about waist high. I felt my stomach try to leap through my throat. My fantasy was about to come true. He pulled me close to his body, our stiff cocks rubbing together and then kissed me deeply again. His strong hands roamed my body, my hands did their own exploring.

Just as I was about to reach his cock he turned me around. I got the message and he didn't need to lead me any further. I spread my legs giving him access to my tight ass. As I shifted my head I noticed a small bottle of KY sitting on the boxes. He planned this! I couldn't believe he'd thought about me as much I'd thought of him. I reached up, grabbed the bottle for him and passed it back.

I cringed in excitement and discomfort as the cold fluid splashed against the top of my crack and then oozed down to me asshole. Alan groaned as his own hand massaged the slippery fluid along his stiff member.

He tossed the bottle onto the boxes and then grabbed my hip with one hand, steadying me. The head of his cock pressed against my pucker. He was making sure to be gentle! He wanted me to enjoy this just as much as he was going to. His head penetrated, then slowly his full length. The sensation enveloped me completely and I couldn't help letting out a moan.

Once he was completely in he did something that surprised the hell outta me. He reached around with his right hand, still covered in KY, and grabbed a hold of my dick. With each of his hip thrusts, his hand stroked my cock. Our lust built up to fill up that huge warehouse. Our thrusts became faster and harder. Our breathing sped up to match. The musky smell of sex coupled with our moaning surrounded us.

His cock touched me in places I've not touched before, not to mention his wonderful strong hand stroking my throbbing cock. I squeezed around his dick, wanting him to get off. His groans and grunts told me he was getting close. Our animalistic fucking, him thrusting hard into my ass, me pushing back against him, his hand on my cock, his hips pressing against my cheeks, my body pressing against the boxes, it was heaven!

His grunting had gotten louder as his cock slipped in and out of me with every thrust and I felt him pull back. I pushed back against him. I didn't want him to stop and I didn't care if he let loose with his jism within me. That's when it happened. He pulled me hard against him and I felt him jerk and shudder as he shot stream after stream of thick man seed deep inside me. That pushed me over the edge and I felt my balls swell and over flow up my shaft. The warm feeling traveling quickly, milked by his hand and before I knew it I was firing off my own shots, covering the boxes and his hand.

We slowed our thrusts and grunts as the last of our cum spurted and oozed. He gently pulled out and turned me around before placing another deep kiss on my lips. I was exhausted and completely satisfied. I would have given anything to just lay in his arms and bask in our after glow.

That would happen in the days to come.